How can such a thing be so? I have tried to dismiss these happenings, but it does not stop. The more I turn away, the clearer the path becomes. And of the stones- When I hold them, the angels gather. They have human form and are of pure light. Once, in the oak grove, there were two, then, at my bedside, there were many. Lord, they speak of you. How can this be? paul
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